Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 417 417: We have an emergency...

With Lady Matilda stepping out of the hospital lobby, Julian stood rooted watching as Donald helped her into the car, before long the car zoomed off.

His gaze still trained towards the direction the car left, emotions swarmed through his heart just as thoughts coursed through his mind.

"Julian," Josh called, his voice piercing through his thoughts. Slowly, Julian retracted his gaze. "Are you through with meeting?"

Julian sighed. "Yes, how is my sister?" he asked, his voice flat and low.

Josh felt the Julian before him now was a bit off. His heart clenched, his thoughts brimmed with questions.

What had he discussed with Lady Matilda before his arrival?

Why had he suddenly turned cold?

"Julian, are you okay?" he asked with unsteady breath.

Julian nodded. But then he couldn't help the bitterness swelling in his heart. And some of the questions coursing through his mind, "Dad," he called tentatively.

Josh had an ill feeling about his call but with everything already crashing down, he braced himself for whatever it is.

"Yes," Josh answered.

"After the Anderson family suppression of the Santiago market capital, then you broke off the engagement, did you take any step to keep things afloat?"

Josh stared at him without offering any response.

Julian called again. "Dad, did you understand what I mean?"

Josh kept silent. Julian stared at him for a bit longer. From his father's silence, Julian understood his answer. He never did.

Now that he thought about it, when he tried to investigate his mother's family, it seemed to have been blocked.

When he probed his father, he asked him to leave the matter at that because the matriarch had a hand in it.

His father had only said, "Your mother's family name is Santiagos."

Julian looked at his father briefly, his gaze narrowing. It seems Lady Matilda is right, this score had to be settled.

One cannot always be a coward just because of an inheritance he could build for himself with his skill and knowledge.

Josh swallowed hard. "Julian, can we discuss this later? I mean your sister's health should be paramount now?"

"Why not meet with Davis to discuss?" Julian asked.

Josh exhaled deeply. "Julian, Davis refused."

"If he refused then let it be, my

can still take her back since she hasn't woken

I advise you let my sister remain in this hospital, besides she is already

but Julian's

you think you should let this matter be."

Josh sighed. "Alright."

place, I have to see my

felt tired, tired of every mistake and

glanced back at the elevator, but Julian

the car, the driver stepped

boarded the car and left the

leave the hospital when Julian walked up to him. After exchanging

"I hope you are not offended with

any way, his

the hospital halls echoed with hushed relief. The twins were finally discharged from the NICU after passing a

wrapped snugly in white blankets, their tiny hands wriggling

children were scheduled to be

elderly caretaker to assist Deborah in tending to the newborns, yet no amount of help eased the weight in

the children…his son cradled in his right arm, his daughter

heart ached with bitterness. He had hoped foolishly perhaps that by the time the twins were discharged, Jessica would be awake, ready to hold them,

another team of renowned doctors, she remained unresponsive. Weeks had passed, yet her body gave no sign of returning

on the day

as he stood there with their children in his arms,

glistened, her cheeks streaked faintly

faces of the babies, their delicate

inhaled deeply and pushed the door open. Inside, the ICU was quiet except for the steady hum of the monitors. He approached

hand in his, he lowered his head. His voice cracked, breaking the eerie silence. "Babe, the

his lips. "Never expected it would take this long…for you to speak to me, to open your

voice trembled, a reflection of the pain he had carried

in desperation. The silence of the ward seemed to mock him, amplifying

long moment, he pressed his lips to her hand, inhaled her faint scent, and

children out and sent them home with Deborah, his heart splintering further

Three weeks later.

floor of the Allen Group was cloaked in silence, disturbed only by

and crisp paper, blending with the sterile chill of the

behind the expansive mahogany desk, his back leaned against the chair. Files lay sprawled across the polished surface, their numbers and reports screaming

portrait of Jessica was dominant, her eyes bright

gaze, warm and unbearably gentle, lingered on the portrait. Thoughts spiraled endlessly, looping back

past month, he had visited her bedside countless

the twitch of her fingers against his palm, the faint rise in her body's warmth. Signs, fragile and fleeting,